It's been a while since I'm on the road Don't know where I go, but I don't want to stop Got a big old suitcase in the trunk Got my freedom - can go forward, can turn back
Got no place to stay, got no raincoat Come on boy! You gotta be home Asking questions: "Am I right?" Well there's still something I didn't find, I didn't find
This is something books are about Finally it got into my mind I'm pretty sure it's worth looking for It's big and heavy and can't get in the door
A chest of road dust All covered in rust Got nothing inside That's what I gotta find
Still I feel I'm on the right track Peace of mind in the black of the night Found a friend to be by my side Beg, beg, begging for another ride
A chest of road dust All covered in rust Got nothing inside That's what I gotta find